I DIED IN YOUR ARMS TONIGHT ☆ poet

[glow=#000,1,400]BUT NOW I UNDERSTAND YOU, AND I WILL NOT BE PART OF YOUR DESIGNS — [abbr=tanglewood, lion, 66 months, poetking's brother]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]

When the other began to cry, Wormwood frowned and slowly nuzzled the other lion, beginning to slowly groom him in an act of comforting. He rumbled softly as he slowly groomed his brother, flattening out the bit of fur against his neck that was the beginnings of a mane, [glow=#793B29,1,400]"We're alright, Poe. We'll always be alright, brother."[/glow] He knew, deep down inside, that this wasn't entirely true. He still had threats looming darkly over his head, and by extension, so did Poetking. Still, Wormwood wouldn't worry the other male with his old problems. If he died, at least now Poet would have people here like Delilah to make sure that the younger lion would be taken care of. So Worm didn't have to worry Poet about anything... even Judith.